My (very public) Reproductive SystemPayton Foeller
This is a guest post from Becca Yates; a local mom of four, public servant, and currently remodeling a house of my dreams. Can you say original hardwood floors? Well she can. Read on to see what people think about her *giant* family.
Again, not that big of a deal, and since I was pregnant by the time my first was 9 months old, it didn’t seem obnoxious to me….
But then, the question becomes, “You want a boy, right?” (since our first was a girl) or “What if it’s another girl?” I actually was a few feet away when my husband took this question at church one morning and heard him say that we would have up to 4 girls before we decided to quit trying ..ahem….not something we had discussed!
Anyway, I found out that it was, in fact, a boy so, boom, we MUST be finished, right? Granted, this was our desire as well. The husband was ready to sign up for a vasectomy after the ultrasound, but I stopped him. But, EVERYONE kept asking if “we” were finished, which we assured everyone “we” were.
rd child, well not most people anyway. That summer was GLORIOUS! We told the kids that if they woke up before us, they could eat whatever they could grab from the cabinet and watch TV if they wanted and they generally did quietly and we slept in–SLEPT IN, do you hear that??? So, of course, we think—Let’s try for a 3rd! Seeing as I was on medication to become pregnant the first 2 times, I wasn’t sure how it would go but decided if it was meant to be, then it would happen. As it happened, we only had to try for a few months when those two lines showed up on the pregnancy test.
We got congratulations and everyone was super excited again. And then the, “Do you want a boy or girl” and “Are you having your tubes tied this time?” or my favorite, “Who’s getting fixed?” from friends, family, and complete strangers alike.
I kid you not; a small town shop owner went so far to tell me of her son-in-law’s botched vasectomy while I was browsing in her shop WITH my children along!
#3 arrives and she is a spitfire, so we along with the rest of the world agree that we are officially 100% done having children.
God has such a sense of humor sometimes.You think you can’t handle one more thing? Surprise you are pregnant with your 4th! Shocked does not even begin to describe the first 3 months of this pregnancy. When I decided to share the news, we were met with blank stares, laughter, and the “You STILL haven’t figured out what causes that?” joke.
Luckily it was another boy, so that puts us back even with 2 of each. Phew—dodged that bullet.
At this point, people just find it amusing apparently, and I get asked, “How do you do it?!” all the time. And you know what else is weird? Nobody asks if we’re done anymore! Nobody asks who’s fixed.
The question I get now is, “When’s the next one coming?” Really?? 4 kids puts me in the category of the Amish or the Duggar’s (love them, by the way)? “What’s one more?” is something I hear on an almost daily basis. For real.
Beware, mommas: If you venture out to the realm of parenthood, be prepared for your reproductive status to be on public display and casual conversation for all who come into contact with you.
And if you are a mom of 1, how many times a week do you get asked about the next one? Because, seriously, your child NEEDS a sibling. *rolls eyes*